She Butters My Bread~by Norman Wilson

 

 

She Butters My Bread

She pulls the covers up on our bed
She dresses the butter on my bread
She takes the garbage outside
She does it all with loving pride

She is the love of my life
As she tries to make everything alright
For she is the warrior hero everyday
Until I take her to bed at night

Then she is the darling of my dreams
Where our pillows come between
The nakedness of our delights
As she throws the pillows on the floor without a fight

She has no pies for sale to bake
As she cries out in an earth-shattering quake
For we do not play in night for pay
While we believe, each night is a holiday

The sun will come soaking in morning light
As she pulls the sheet up from the night
As I shall marvel on the girl that laid in my bed
The girl that will dress the butter on my bread

All rights reserved 08/09/16
Norman Francis